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I've been so many different places |
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But I still ain't seen a thing |
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Ten thousand miles straight own these thin white dotted lines |
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My eyes are starting to sting |
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We travel small town to big city to play our favorite dives |
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These are probably going to be the best days of our lives |
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So here we go, back on the road again |
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And wish me well, I've got no soul left to sell |
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Although we may not have very much to show for it now |
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At least we have these stories to tell |
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Yeah we're definitely going to hell |
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We've been stranded in the desert |
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Even had a broken heater in the cold |
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We're always waiting for another night to fall |
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These driving days, they seem so long |
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Well these times ain't always easy |
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And our moneys running dry |
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These are probably going to be the best days of our lives |
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So here we go, back on the road again |
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And wish me well, I've got no soul left to sell |
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Although we may not have very much to show for it now |
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At least we have these stories to tell |
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Yeah we're definitely going to hell |
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So here's to far off places |
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Here's to the dotted line |
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And here's to pretty faces |
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We leave so far behind |
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Good friends we won't forget |
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And This Prison cell we drive |
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These are probably going to be the best days of our lives |
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So here we go, back on the road again |
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And wish me well, I've got no soul left to sell |
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Although we may not have very much to show for it now |
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At least we have these stories to tell |
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We been on tour forever |
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And this van it ****ing smells |
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We're definitely going to hell |